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@theycallmerubberman
The Trickster was lounging on the couch in the living room in his full punk get up, eating ice cream and watching horror movies full blast. “Tate!” Theo called, seeing him walk in. “Come join me! No losers allowed!” He patted the space on the couch next to him, handing Tate another bowl of ice cream. “We have to have a party on Monday, man.”
“Can’t we do something about that idiot?” ( from theycallmerubberman )
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Theo leaned forward conspiratorially, a sinister smirk on his face. “You had me at ‘something’. Which idiot are we talking about? The masturbating jack off? Or that bitch that tried to drown me in the bathtub? Hayden whatserface,” he waved a hand airily. “Whatever. What’ve you got in mind?”
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Tate sat in the corner of the dark basement sobbing over his beloved Violet rejecting him, when he felt a gentle touch causing him to look up. “What are you doing down here?” he asked through his sobs.
•☾ Nim often came over to walk the Harmon’s dog, only this time the small little thing had taken off when she attempted to put the leash on. She’d followed it into the basement only to hear the soft sobs. Concerned she moved quietly through the darkness seeking out the source. Finding the teen she placed a hand on his shoulder without thinking. “I... the dog came down here. Are... are you ok” she asked her voice soft.
There was an overwhelming sense of despair that radiated off the boy and it hit Nim hard. “I don’t know what has hurt you but I'm sorry” she whispered before she impulsively leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. For a moment she just held him, trying to bring him some form of comfort, to ease his hurt and his mind. •☾
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Vivien looked up from her book to see the blonde. At first she ignored him. She was good at that. Ignoring him, it was what she was best at, but today actually spoke to him. “You do realize, standing off, in the shadows like you do, watching me, is extremely uncomfortable for me.” She tells him.
“If you have something to say. Man up and say it.”
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